"Hahaha..."

Song Yunchi burst out laughing, "it's really stupid!"

"Shut up!" Drink low.

"Shut up!" Milk is fierce.

Father and daughter spoke in unison.

Song Yunchi was stunned. If he didn't know that the two people didn't matter, he might have mistaken them for father and daughter!

Such a tacit understanding!

Not father and daughter can't make sense!

Little glutinous rice and Mu Jingxi looked at each other. The little guy raised his hand, Mu Jingxi hooked his lips and smiled, and clapped his palm with her little claw.

Xiaonuomi proudly groaned, "well, xiaonuomi believes his uncle once."

In the study, the psychologist is giving Joan psychological counseling.

Hearing a knock on the door, the psychologist went to open the door.

The door of the study opened, and the servant led Li Qinghuan to stand at the door. The servant said, "sorry to disturb you, three shaos, let me take Miss Li up to see Miss Qiao."

"It doesn't matter." The psychologist turned to Joanne sitting on the sofa and said, "Miss Qiao, if you have guests, I'll go out first."

Li Qinghuan's eyes passed over the psychologist and looked at Joan.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. Is this Joanne?

It's eighteen thousand miles away from the people she's seen before.

Wearing a silk nightgown, with messy hair, pale face and dull eyes, he sat cross legged on the sofa and had no image.

I don't know if she heard what the psychologist said. She didn't move or answer.

The servant whispered, "Miss Li, Miss Qiao was stimulated and left a shadow in her heart. Therefore, her mood is not very stable now. I hope you can control your time and the psychologist will dredge her later. "

"OK, I see."

After the servant and the psychologist quit, Li Qinghuan walked slowly to Joan sitting on the sofa.

Li Qinghuan looked at the study leisurely. Obviously, this is mu Jingxi's study.

Now, vacate the study for her, which shows how much he dotes on Joan.

But so what?

All he does now is to make up for what happened three years ago.

It's no big deal. Don't envy her.

Standing still in front of Joan, Li Qinghuan looked down at her from a commanding position, "Miss Qiao."

The people sitting on the sofa did not move, as if they had not heard.

Her eyes were dull and expressionless. She looked like she was in a daze. In fact, she was more like a fool.

An ignorant fool, no matter what sounds outside, she is silent in her own world, undisturbed and unaffected.

A cold sneer came from the corner of his lips. Li Qinghuan was cold and hum in his heart. Joan, you also have today.

God help me, too.

Unexpectedly, if you are proud, you will be like a fool.

She bent over and looked at her. "Miss Qiao, can you look at me?"

Finally, the dull eyes turned. Joan's reaction was a lot slow. She slowly withdrew her head and opened a distance.

"Why are you here?" The sound of Qi like a hairspring sounds like a feeling of serious illness.

Li Qinghuan said to himself, "it was San Shao who asked me to come. He wanted me to explain to you personally. That night, I told him..."

Speaking of this, Li Qinghuan bit the lip flap and looked a little shy, "we didn't happen."

"What... Didn't happen?" Joanne repeated her words.

"Yes, nothing happened." Straight up, Li Qinghuan raised his hand and looked at the time: "well, I have finished what I want to say."

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